......which to some might signify "third base". Actually, in the middle of a cranky evening, I threw in the towel and decided to head for Seadrift....on my antique BMW notorcycle......The old thing ran like a dream, holding it's own in the "fatal funnel" that is Hwy 59.
I made it to the Colorado River, before I realized that I wanted to be back to hang with the love of my life, and hot wake up with a 159 nile ride back home......
All in all, it was a good night's ride, A few families here legally, were coming and going. A few more entrepneurail sorts, were pullinga car or two south to turn a profit, and likely, bring back a shitload of drug profits......business is booming, eh?
Bottom line- I could ride to Denver tomorrow. My old Beemer, while a classic, is a hoss.....Nothing like a 150 mile ride on a 30 year old classic machine, on the Fatal Funnel Fleeway, passing minivan human sardine cans, to shake down an old bike that'll be on the road when 5 year old Harleys are in the shop.......
The Nazis got at least two things right....(don't forget the VWs)........
